The kiss

The kiss

A Poem by Drea
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Shortest Poem I've written yet

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Liquid light this kiss.
Traveling through me ~
Warming places ~
Your lips have yet to touch.
Such a kiss is this.
The kiss yet to come.

© 2008 Drea


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Posted 16 Years Ago


"The kiss yet to come." Wonderful line, Great work! Really shows the anticipation of a first kiss. At least it does to me. Keep up the wonderful work!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Oh, you have captured that lovely moment when the sparkling energy of the kiss makes your whole body tingle with anticipation, waiting for more. It also has a dimension of the spirit realm as well. Well done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


The notion of the kiss being liquid light is lovely as is the notion of how it is travelling and has not yet actually arrived. So reality is nicely bent in several ways here. Lovely stuff.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I love piece about kisses. I think it is such a passionate exchange of souls in a way. Being connected for a moment in time. I really liked this and the flow was perfect. You really captured an purity of the act of kissing.


Great JOb!!!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


Wow. I love this. It made me want that kiss :( lol

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very intimate piece. I love it. Keep up the good work!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing. Lovely. Wistful. Expectant. Exhilirating.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It may be short but it says a lot. Well done - good read

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 7, 2008
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Drea
Drea

6,500 feet up and no net, CO



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Long Hiatus...work has consumed much of my free time; not to mention my brain capacity. Written in child's scrawled hand on delicate skin; Marker tattoo faded to freckled trails whispering. She's.. more..

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